Carl at Uni Ch. 6: Mother's Day 2

Daniel, dressed in a tracksuit with a rucksack on his back, arrived at 9.45 on Sunday morning for his ten o'clock, he was so afraid of being late and missing something. His heart was pounding and he had a semi-erection even just walking to Holborn Halls. When he got there, he just sat on the wall, looking at his phone every 30 seconds, not wanting to ring the bell a moment before his time. And then he saw Mrs. Simmonds' car draw up.

'You're early!' she called to him, cheerfully, as she got out of her carb in her usual tweedy suit and sensible shoes, her grey hair newly done.

'Yes, Miss. I didn't want to be late.' What a stupid thing to say! He blushed. She didn't seem to notice and bustled past him towards the front door. Searching in her handbag for a key, she turned and looked at him, from face to feet and back again. 'You're very attractive, Daniel. Are you aware of that?'

'Erm...' He didn't know what to say but it seemed he didn't have to say anything, as she opened the door, stepped in and was immediately in a conversation with a girl who was a bit overweight with frizzy hair.

'Oh, it looks nice,' said Mrs. Simmonds, looking around the room that had vases of flowers, scented candles and which had obviously had a good clean. 'Well done, Alison.' Then, turning to Daniel. 'This is Daniel.'

Alison looked at Daniel. Even he could see the delight in her eyes as she scanned him taking in his golden curly hair, his broad sporty shoulders and finally lingering on the bulge in his red nylon tracksuit bottoms.

'Daniel is here to join Carl and Kevin in looking after the mums. Do you want to call them down so we can introduce them?'

Alison walked over to the bottom of the stairs and called for the boys who, almost immediately, started to make their way down, followed by Sarah, who had been in their room. The first Daniel saw of them was Carl's smooth naked legs followed by the sight of his erect penis stretching out the fabric of the briefs, followed by Kevin's hairier legs and his thicker penis in the briefs. He couldn't help but stare and felt his own penis start to thicken in his tracksuit bottoms at the weight of the sex in the air.

'Here they are!' said Mrs. Simmonds, cheerfully, as if there was nothing at all out of the ordinary about two young men in underwear with obvious erections standing in front of her. 'Carl, Kevin... meet Daniel. He'll be helping you out with the mums today.'

Carl looked at Daniel, whose eyes were fixed on his and Kevin's bulges. He smiled. 'Alright, mate?'

'Hey,' added Kevin, both holding out hands to be shaken. They could feel that Daniel was shaking.

'Well, off you go. We've left some briefs in the boys' room for you and Alison here is going to, erm, make sure you're ready,' said Mrs. Simmonds with a supressed smile. Carl and Kevin both knew what that meant and so did Alison, who couldn't wait to get her hands on this cute new lad, with his curly hair and what looked like a lean lovely body.

Carl and Kevin hopped back upstairs, their muscular backsides barely contained inside the underwear, while Daniel stood back for Alison, as if to say, 'After you.' But she ushered him forward, eager to see the young man's behind, just to get herself excited about what was about to happen.

By the time Alison reached the boys' room, Kevin and Carl were lounging on their beds, their balls and cocks plainly visible, while Daniel was holding up the briefs he'd just been handed and was blushing. Carl almost felt sorry for him and wondered if he knew what he was getting himself into.

'Right,' said Alison, walking in and using her 'don't mess with me' voice. 'Have you showered this morning, Daniel?'

'Erm, yes, Miss,' said Daniel, not really knowing what to call her. 'About...' he looked at his watch, 'about half an hour ago.'

'That should be fine then,' she said, walking towards him. 'Arms up.' Daniel did as he was told and Alison took the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, loosening around the neck so he could get his head through. She then stood back to look at him. 'Mmmm, very nice,' she said, almost to herself, as she appraised his body that was slim yet muscular and so free of fat, you could actually see individual muscles showing through his skin. Daniel shyly looked back at this frumpy, dumpy young woman he never would have even noticed as she quite literally licked her lips in anticipation of touching him.

She then stepped forward, and started to pull down the red tracksuit bottoms. Being looked at like this and having Carl and Kevin in the see-through briefs right there meant that Daniel was already semi-erect as Alison started to slide the tracksuit bottoms down, meaning she had to pull the front forward to avoid the bulge in his own underwear.

She pulled them down to mid-thigh while Carl and Kevin looked on, exchanging glances, feeling for Daniel, whose face was burning red with embarrassment standing in his underwear, which, to his credit was better than the black baggy boxers he had worn in Mrs. Simmonds' office. These were yellow and tight and stretchy so Alison could already see what was coming.

She ran her hand over the bulge in the front of them as Kevin and Carl watched and Daniel put his head back in pleasure at the touch of this girl.

'Don't make him come,' said Carl, smiling at Kevin. 'Mrs. Simmonds has forbidden it...' The pair of them laughed while Alison scowled at them vowing that the next time she had her hands on them, which would be soon, they would pay for this. She was still running her hands over Daniel's bulge, his backside and his naked torso before suddenly gripping the waistband of the briefs and pulling them down, her face grazing Daniel's penis as she passed it on the way down to unhook the underwear from his ankles. She stayed down and looked up at this beautiful blond boy, his cock in her face, the smell of his balls in her nostrils. Then she saw Carl and Kevin looking at her, a smile playing around their lips.

'Go into the bathroom, Daniel,' she said, looking daggers at Kevin and Carl, before following him in. From their room, Carl and Kevin couldn't see -- despite the door having been removed - but could hear the sound of water and Daniel's soft moans as Alison was obviously making a lot of shaving him. Then Mrs. Simmonds appeared. 'Where are Alison and Daniel?' she barked.

'In the bathroom, Miss,' said Carl, nodding his head in that direction. Mrs. Simmonds walked across their room, never missing an opportunity to take in the sight of these beautiful young cocks straining in the skimpy briefs.

'Alison, that's quite enough,' she said, sternly, as soon as she reached a spot where she could see what was going on. 'I told you very clearly that these boys were not to be milked this morning. Finish the shaving immediately and...' she moved more into the doorway so everyone could see and hear her, 'then I want to see all three of you young men in your smartest clothes with the briefs underneath. I think the mums might like the pleasure of undressing you themselves. Daniel, you brought your smart clothes, didn't you?' 'Yes, Miss,' Carl and Kevin could hear from the bathroom.

'Good boy. Now, all of you, downstairs in five minutes. And you can come with me, Alison. I think you've "helped" enough.'

Alison came out of the bathroom, a sly smile on her face, dabbing the corners of her mouth followed by Daniel wearing just his briefs, his penis so hard that the little scrap of see-through fabric had no chance of concealing it. He saw Kevin and Carl look down at his penis, half of which was over the waistband of the underwear, pressed against his stomach.

'So, what are we supposed to wear?' said Carl, who had assumed they would be going down in their briefs.

'Erm, Mrs. Simmonds told me to wear smart trousers, a shirt and tie,' said Daniel, almost shy in front of these two taller, handsome young men.

'I don't even own a tie,' said Carl, looking through his wardrobe.

'Oh, I brought spares,' said Daniel, 'in case Mrs. Simmonds didn't like what I was wearing. I didn't want to...' And he cut himself off. He didn't want the other two boys to know how eager to please he was, how desperate for whatever recognition he could get.

'Have you got one for me as well, then?' asked Kevin.

'Yeah, I've got about... ten.'

He opened his rucksack, took out the carefully folded shirt and trousers and a bunch of different coloured ties, that Carl and Kevin began to sift through. Then, without speaking, they all pulled on their smartest trousers -- school trousers in Carl's case -- white shirts, that they'd had bought for them for university interviews and then the ties, which Daniel had to help them with, they were that unfamiliar with how to do them up. Just then, Mrs. Simmonds appeared -- almost noiselessly -- and seeing them with their hair combed properly, the way mums like, and their shirts and ties, couldn't help but gasp. They looked so handsome, so clean, so respectable. She then smirked, thinking of how that respectability would be dismantled by the mothers of the girls in the Halls.

'Well, you all look very nice indeed,' she said, smoothing a crease in Carl's shirt, tightening Kevin's tie a little and running her hand over Daniel's obvious bulge. 'Now, I'm going to take you down and station you by the door, so that when the mums arrive, which will be in...' she looked at her watch. 'Oh, anytime now... So that when they arrive, you are there with trays of prosecco to offer them. Is that clear?'

'Yes, Miss,' they said, almost in unison. She gave them one last look over then led the way to the staircase and started down. As the three young men in their smartest clothes came down, the girls, who were milling around, making last-minute adjustments to the room, all looked up. The young men looked so beautiful, the girls -- dowdy and unsexy even in their best clothes -- couldn't help but look on with admiration. One even wolf whistled. Mrs. Simmonds smiled at that but said, almost sternly, 'Come on, girls. Let's not be silly.'

And then the door rang. Trays of glasses filled with fizz stood by the front door and Mrs. Simmonds ushered Carl, Kevin and Daniel over to them, and using head movements to instruct them to pick up the trays and stand side by side, straight as they could, ready for the mums.

Sarah opened the door and Carl could make out of the corner of his eye that there was more than one woman waiting there. 'Welcome, welcome,' said Sarah, cheerfully, her frizzy hair tied back making her face seem rounder than ever. 'Please come in and take a glass from our, erm, butlers.'

The first woman in was perhaps in her 70s, perhaps a grandmother rather than a mother, with grey poufy hair and a twin set in a garish pink that she probably thought looked a little Chanel. Her eyes lit up when she saw the three handsome young men standing with trays, smiling at her. As she picked up a glass from Carl's tray, she looked up at him -- so much taller than she was -- and just said, 'My!'

Then came an overweight woman in a floral dress who was obviously Alison's mother as she looked just like her but twenty-five years older. She went to Kevin, took her glass and actually blushed as she looked at him. Kevin wondered how much these women knew of what went on in this house and what kind of afternoon was in store for them.

'Oh, Mummy!' broke out Sarah, suddenly as a woman in her 50s with frizzy grey hair and jeans about two sizes too small for her stepped in. 'Happy Mother's Day!' They hugged. 'Have a glass of champagne from Carl.' The two women looked at each other -- a little conspiratorially Carl thought -- as Sarah's mum came towards him, licking her lips.

'Oh, Carl,' she said, taking her glass. 'I've heard so much about you, dear. But I never realised quite how handsome you were.' And she gave his bottom a little double pat as she moved into the room.

Before long, there were nine mums in total with Mrs. Simmonds and the girls making the room quite busy with women sitting on the couches, on the arms of sofas, on chairs that had been brought down from the girls' rooms... As everyone now had a glass, Mrs. Simmonds got the boys to put down their trays and sent them to the kitchen for new bottles of prosecco, which they were to circulate the room with, topping up glasses as they went.

The mothers were talking to their daughters, being introduced to their daughters' friends and their mothers but most eyes were on the three handsome boys as they circulated, their nipples showing through the cheap, white shirts, the curve of their bottoms delicious in their smartest trousers and their bulges visible in the fabric, especially Daniel, whose full erection seemed not to have diminished in the slightest.

There was a definite excitement in the air, which the boys couldn't decide was a general catching-up-with-family excitement, excitement to have tall handsome young men around or an excitement based on what they thought or knew was coming.

The next time the boys went back to the kitchen to get new bottles, Mrs. Simmonds was waiting for them. 'I want us to take this slowly so as not to scare anyone,' she said, moving up to Carl and untying his tie. 'Yes, Miss,' he said. 'Yes, Miss,' said Daniel and Kevin.

'I thought if I sent you back out now with just your shirts off, they will think it's just something a little sexy and funny,' she continued, her wrinkled hands now undoing the buttons on Carl's shirt and, when she got to the bottom one, pulling it from his shoulders and putting both hands on his chest then his stomach before moving on to Kevin and doing the same. When she got to Daniel, he was blushing hard and the erection in his trousers was twitching visibly. She decided to tease him a little and took extra long undoing his tie then, one by one, his buttons until his shirt slipped from his shoulders.

'So, Kevin and Carl, would you open three more bottles...' she went on, not looking at them but at Daniel as she ran her hand over his chest, his belly and then the shape of his erection in the black trousers at which his head went back and he let out a little moan. She put her finger to his lips to quieten him and carried on caressing his penis through the fabric.

The bottles popped and Mrs. Simmonds turned away from Daniel and clapped her hands as if to say, 'Let's do this!' Each boy picked up a bottle and, following Mrs. Simmonds, returned to the lounge. There was no announcement, just the sight of the three beautiful shirtless young men returning to the room and going about their topping-up. A Mexican wave of excitement travelled across the room as the women noticed this new development, nudged each other, mouthed 'Oh my God!' and generally became flustered.

As Carl leant in to fill the glass of the elderly lady in the 'Chanel' suit, her eyes met his and she blushed, her eyes travelling down over Carl's smooth chest and then back to his eyes. 'How lovely!' she said, though it wasn't clear to Carl whether she was talking about the prosecco, the event or his beautiful body in front of her.

At about the same time, Kevin was pouring for Alison's mother, the overweight woman in the floral dress. Like Alison, she was not shy. 'What a beautiful body you have, erm...'

'Kevin,' prompted Alison.

'Kevin. Absolutely beautiful...' And without any sort of asking for permission, she put her hand out and ran it over Kevin's chest and down to the fur on his belly. 'Ooh, lovely,' she cooed. 'I do love a little hair on a young man.'

Daniel was across the room serving to Sarah's mother, who looked uncomfortable in her too tight jeans and was busy trying to tame down her frizzy hair, which was covering her view. As he leant forward, he saw her staring at the prominent erection in the front of his trousers, which hadn't gone down since he arrived.

'Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?' she giggled lamely.

'He's pleased to see you, Mum,' said Sarah and reached out and felt the bulge, the first time she'd had her hand on the new recruit, trailing her hand from the balls along the shaft and then back again. She then took her mother's hand and placed it on the bulge, leading it on the same path from the balls along the shaft.

'Ooh, that is so hard,' she said to her daughter. 'It feels like a bit of rock in there.' And she looked up at Daniel who was blushing but who had pushed his hips forward to give her more of his erection to caress. The other mothers sitting on the sofa with Sarah's mum -- a woman in her late 40s with spikey hair and equally spikey heels and a frumpier woman with grey permed hair -- looked on open-mouthed as the lady they'd just started talking to fondled the bulge in the front of this clearly willing young man's trousers.

As they watched, Carl arrived to refill their glasses, his hand behind his back like a waiter in an upscale restaurant. 'Ladies?' he asked. They put their glasses forward, their eyes torn between Sarah's mother's hand on the erection in the front of Daniel's trousers and the sight of the shirtless Carl in front of them.

'Do you mind if I...?' the woman with the spikey hair started to ask Carl.

'No, Miss,' said Carl before she'd even finished asking. 'I don't mind.'

Looking open-eyed at the other woman with the permed hair, as if to say, 'Is he serious?', she reached out and ran her hand over the curve of Carl's backside. He was bending forward, pouring into her glass, smiling the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen. With a nod of encouragement, the permed woman reached forward and caressed Carl's other buttock. He saw the look between them: 'Can you believe this is happening?'

Mrs. Simmonds circulated, a satisfied smile on her face, occasionally stopping to listen in to conversations, giving the young men a feel just to encourage the mums until, with all three young men having been felt up by at least one of the women, she clapped her hands and said, 'Right, ladies, I think it's time to open your Mother's Day presents.'

The women looked at each other and at their daughters, slightly confused, sorry that this seemed to put an end to the enjoyment they were having groping the young men. 'You two ladies...' she said to the women who had been feeling Carl's buttocks. 'Would you like to open Carl?'

The women looked at each other for reassurance but not wanting to wait, in case this teacher lady changed her mind, they both reached forward and while one undid Carl's belt, the other reached for his zip and pulled it down. Then, together, fumbling, with every eye in the room on them, they unhooked the top of his trousers and, each tugging from their side, pulled them down. There was a gasp as Carl with his muscular entirely hairless body was revealed in the tiny almost see-through briefs, his penis hard and entirely visible.

He was blushing as the women in the room nudged each other, craned around to get a better view of this beautiful blond young man with the veins in his biceps and the roses in his cheeks, standing in just barely-there briefs.

'Can I touch?' said the woman with spikey hair, who hadn't even seen a penis in ten years, not since her divorce, though it wasn't clear whether she was asking Carl for permission or Mrs. Simmonds. And what a penis this was! Thick and long and smooth.

'You can do whatever you like,' said Mrs. Simmonds. The woman looked to Carl, as if to confirm this. He nodded and shot her his beautiful smile but before she could reach out and grab what was right there before her eyes, the other woman had grabbed Carl's erection and was squeezing it. The spikey-haired woman's hand joined her until they were both rubbing and squeezing the rock-hard penis and massaging his balls.

'Who else wants to open a present?' said Mrs. Simmonds to the room. She didn't need to ask twice. The women reached out to Kevin and Daniel and practically tore their trousers off until all three young men were in the middle of a group of women whose hands were on their chests, their buttocks, their balls and their penises through the thin fabric of the briefs.

'And can we take the briefs off, Mrs. Simmonds?' said one. Mrs. Simmonds just gave a smug nod of her head and all three pairs of briefs were pulled down. Daniel saw Sarah's mum sniff his briefs before slyly stuffing them into her handbag as he felt the hands of women he couldn't make out on his body, between his buttocks, underneath his testicles.

The old lady in the 'Chanel' had left her group and come over to join the women working Carl, as he was her favourite. She came up behind him, pressed herself into his naked body then snaked her arms around his waist, feeling his biceps, his chest, his stomach, the hairless base of his penis then, fighting off one of the other women's hands, grabbed the penis for herself and started to work it, the other hand on a nipple, as Carl pressed into her, moaning lightly. The other women didn't even mind having Carl's penis stolen as the sight of the old hand with its rings on this beautiful young body was exciting enough for them, especially as they could cradle his balls as she squeezed droplets of precum out of him for them to taste.

Kevin was being dominated by Alison and her mother, which he found weird but kind of hot: these two unattractive women, mother and daughter, both cooing over his manly naked body, stroking his hairy thighs, touching him not only on the penis and testicles but even more intimate places. Alison's mum had stood behind him and, pulling apart his muscular buttocks, was rubbing his hole with a finger she had sucked to lubricate. He could feel the tip of it entering him and he found himself leaning forward to let her in.

Then, suddenly, with a double clap of her hands, Mrs. Simmonds brought proceedings to a stand-still. 'OK, ladies,' she said. 'I hope you've had some fun but I think the young men need to, erm, gather themselves a little. So, if you will be so good as to release them, we can give them a few minutes off... and then I'm sure we can think of something that is even more fun than this...'

With a nod of her head, she had Carl, Kevin and Daniel file out of the room, naked with their erections bobbing in front of them, and back to the kitchen. They could hear the disappointed murmuring even with the door to the kitchen closed.

'Well done, boys,' said Mrs. Simmonds, once she had joined them in there. 'I think we're giving the mums a real day to remember.'

'Thank you, Miss,' said Kevin.

'Yes, thanks,' said Daniel.

Mrs. Simmonds looked at the three naked young men standing in front of her, their penises still so hard they were all standing almost against their bellies. Carl's had a strand of precum joining the tip of his penis to his stomach while Daniel's penis was visibly twitching. How had she manipulated this situation so perfectly, she thought to herself? Not since that time a couple of years ago when she convinced the entire university rugby team that they had to fuck her and fill her with their sperm for losing a final had she worked things so well.

She crouched in front of them and drew them together with her hands on their thighs until all three penises were in her face. She took Carl's in her hand and directed the sticky tip to her mouth where she licked the precum from it as he moaned, desperate to pull her head right onto it. She then moved to Daniel in the middle and, caressing his testicles, took the head of his penis into her mouth for the first time. It tasted delicious and she could feel him rocking his hips, trying to get his penis further into her mouth. Then she released him and moved to Kevin, whose thick veiny penis was by now flowing with precum. She cupped her tongue under it to catch the delicious juice then took the head in her mouth while he dared to take the back of his head in his hand and thrust into her.

For the next five minutes or so, Mrs. Simmonds went from penis to penis, taking each further into her mouth while the other two touched her face, the smell of these three young men's sweating testicles intoxicating her. She was almost in a trance while the three young men groaned and put their heads back and pulled her head towards their own penis, desperate for the soft hot feel of her mouth on them. Then there was a knock on the door.

'Yes?' she replied, instantly recomposing herself, standing and tidying her hair, not realising her face was shining with the precum of the three young men.

'We were wondering what we were doing now?' said a voice that sounded like Sarah's.

'We're just regrouping,' said Mrs. Simmonds. 'If you could get the stools ready, we'll be out in a couple of minutes.'

'OK, Mrs. Simmonds.'

'Now, boys,' started Mrs. Simmonds. 'When we go back out, you're going to see three stools. They are called milking stools. They might look a bit strange, but all you need to do is sit on them with your back to the room, your thighs will rest on the stool but your penis will be so far back on it that it will sort of go underneath. Do you understand?'

They were not sure they did but they nodded anyway.

'Don't worry, we will lead you through it. Let me go out now and make sure everything's ready.'

Leaving the three young men, their penises still hard and twitching from her attentions, Mrs. Simmonds went back into the lounge and could be heard explaining things after which there was some moving of furniture, some muttering and some glasses clearly being refilled from the bottles of prosecco that were out there.

Then the door opened, Mrs. Simmonds' head appeared. 'We're ready for you now.'

Carl led the way, followed by Daniel then Kevin. In the lounge, three low bar-style stools with wide-splayed legs had been set up at the front of the room each with a girl from the dorm standing beside it. Carl went to the furthest away, where Susan was standing, warming her hands. Daniel went to the middle stool, where Sarah was smiling at him and Kevin went to the last stool, the one with a girl he'd never really noticed before -- small, blonde and mousy-looking.

'Now, onto the stools the way I told you, boys,' said Mrs. Simmonds in a schoolmistress voice she'd developed over many decades. The boys sat the way they'd been instructed, far back on the seat so that only their thighs had contact, checking by looking at each other that they'd got it right.

The mums and, behind them, the girls could see the three young men, their backs arched, their buttocks stretched apart allowing a view of all three anuses and their still hard penises reaching under the seats, occasionally touching the underside. Susan reached under to make sure Carl's penis was in place. The girl by Kevin saw her do this and copied, touching Kevin's penis for the first time, giving them both a jolt.

'Now, the girls are going to demonstrate how we need to milk our young men on a daily basis,' said Mrs. Simmonds to the room. 'We do this in a variety of ways designed to keep the young men sperm-free so that they can concentrate on their studies and not become troublesome to the girls. You know what boys are like. Now, I'm going to need three volunteers...'

The old lady in the fake Chanel jumped forward towards the stool where Carl was splayed. 'Oh, someone is keen,' laughed Mrs. Simmonds, holding out a hand to bring the lady towards the stool. She didn't need any encouragement. As soon as she reached Carl, she stroked his back and his buttocks and ran a finger over his pudendum and exposed hole. She didn't seem to care that the whole room was looking at her.

Alison's mother also jumped forward and headed towards the middle stall where Daniel was displayed while the woman with the spikey hair who had explored Carl earlier, went towards Kevin. The girls by the stools smiled and welcomed them as if they were joining a game show.

'I daresay I should have explained what you were volunteering for before I called you up,' laughed Mrs. Simmonds, looking between the audience and the women by the stalls. 'If you are able, I'm going to ask you to lie on the floor beneath the stalls, so that you get a better view.' Then to the older woman, the one in her 70s, she said, 'Are you going to be alright?' The woman nodded enthusiastically and pulling up her skirt a little to give her extra mobility got first to her knees and then to her bottom and finally onto her back under the wide legs of the stool. The other women did the same, only more quickly.

'And to make it all a little more fun, seeing as it's Mother's Day,' said Mrs. Simmonds, as if exploiting the bodies of three beautiful young men wasn't fun enough thought more than one of the women, 'we are going to make a game of this. You girls, you are up against each other to see who can make their young man come first, so use all your skills. And you boys, it's for you to hold onto that sperm as long as you can with the last one to come being the winner. All clear?'

There were nods. 'Oh and you ladies on the floor...' Titters from around the room. 'Think of yourself as judges and observers. But the faculty takes no responsibility for dry cleaning bills so this is your last chance to withdraw.' All women stayed as still as they could, looking up at the displayed penises of the young men, Daniel's already dripping precum into the face of Alison's mother.

'OK, girls, are you ready?' They nodded and reached under the milking stools to take the penis of their young man in their hand... 'Then go!' Susan gripped Carl's penis hard and immediately stroked to the top to gather precum, which she rubbed over the head of his cock, making his smooth pink little anus start to clench, much to the delight of the women in the front row, who were fixated on it. The sight of his back and his arms pressing against the stall, the muscles popping as his swollen perineum throbbed was exquisite.

Daniel, whose first milking this was, thought he was going to lose as soon as Sarah touched his twitching penis, releasing more precum into Alison's mother's face, which she licked immediately. While Kevin, feeling the soft hand of this girl he had never noticed before was clenching his buttocks in an effort not to release his sperm straight away.

From beneath the stool, the three women were getting the most beautiful view of these big, veiny young penises being worked by three expert hands. The old lady in the fake Chanel was beside herself with desire for Carl and kept reaching up, feeling his balls as Susan stroked him. She was desperate for his sperm. The lady with the spikey hair was almost hypnotised by the sight of Kevin's thick penis and the hair on his balls. She too was trying to touch him. Alison's mum meanwhile, was busy licking copious precum droplets from her face as Daniel moaned under Sarah's torture. And then he lost...

He wasn't sure if he was supposed to say something or ask but before he could decide, he felt himself losing control and a fierce rope of hot sperm hit Alison's mum in the face. She almost yelped and from the front row they could see her grinding her legs together, clearly working herself off under the floral dress.

'Oh, we have a loser,' said Mrs. Simmonds as they watched Daniel's perineum pump out a seemingly endless supply of hot young spunk right into Alison's mum's face, her neck, onto her top and into her hair. A little round of applause broke out at the sight of this new boy giving up his sperm.

And then, 'Miss, please...' It was Kevin. He was used to asking permission though it wasn't clear if he was asking Mrs. Simmonds or the mousy girl. Both said, 'Granted' and a huge blob of creamy sperm landed square on the mouth of the woman with spikey hair. She opened her mouth and devoured it, one hand on Kevin's testicles, the other between her legs.

'And so we have a winner...!' Carl, realising that must be him released his sperm with a groan as the women watching saw his beautiful smooth perineum pump and pump and his hole twitch open and closed. Under the stool, the elderly woman had propped herself up on her elbows so that Carl's penis was an inch from her face so that when the first rope of sperm flew out, she only had to open her mouth to take it. And the next. And all the sperm until Carl was finished when she took the head of his penis into her mouth, greedy for those last droplets, sending a jolt through Carl.

With the show over, a round of applause broke out, the young men stood up, their penises still red, hard and dripping and took a little comic bow, as did the girls, their hands covered in sperm. Then the ladies under the stools stood for their bow, their faces sparkling with sperm and beaming satisfied smiles.

'And that concludes this afternoon's Mother's Day treat,' said Mrs. Simmonds with a clap of her hands. 'Ladies, if you could gather your things. Girls, help them. And boys, would you step this way...'

As the ladies started to file out of Holborn Halls, some of them with young sperm on their clothes and in their hair and their bellies, Mrs. Simmonds had lined Carl, Kevin and Daniel up by the front door so that as each lady left she could thank them, kiss them goodbye and, of course, have one last lingering squeeze of these beautiful young penises, stroke the bellies, cup the balls, grab the buttocks, all of which kept the young men hard even if they had only just ejaculated.

'Thank you so much, Mrs. Simmonds,' said the old lady as she had one last squeeze of Carl's hard cock. 'I really need to have a word with you about this one,' she said, Carl's penis in her hand, looking him deep in the eyes. 'At the next governors' meeting?'